Christine's expression is all sympathy. She can tell this is uncomfortable for him to talk about and she can only imagine what it feels like for all memories older than a few years to slip through fingers like smoke when he tries to focus on him. But it seems he has no problem forming new memories. He isn't stumbling around every day asking who everyone is and what this place is.

"Something must have happened," she says softly. "Perhaps you hit your head?" It's all she can come up with since she has only Thedas-level medical knowledge, which is not great. They still believe in balancing the humors here. "But that may be something else you have forgotten." She slides her arms around him in a tight hug -- as close to her version of a bear hug as she can get. Her hand combs through his hair soothingly, wishing there was some way they could unlock these memories if they were still hidden somewhere in his head. But maybe they were erased forever.